Bigly

He was a bigly man

with a pigly grin

and jiggly hands

with a giggly charm

and a rigly plan

for all.

The pigly man

with his bigly stand

got his wiggly gut

all squiggly stuck

about where his

jiggly hands have been.

Lumbering through Bethlehem

Lumbering through Bethlehem

on a Saturday night

where the chilly shadows

of abandoned mills

toll silent like a busted bell

and anything left

was boarded or gone

or turned to pay day scams

and quick title loans and

anything else that scraps

for nickles in pockets

dirty and worn

(for poverty is a business,

like death and disease).

Memory of Music

To remember music

in bits of time.

Rifts and refrains,

a fog of feelings

like a madeleine cake

dipped in tea

swirling with a mix

of distant sorrow,

of fleeting joy,

set to the sonorous

strain of a single cello

in a shadowy room.

Oh Fortune

Oh fortune, ever changing

like the moon's ceaseless cycles

mindlessly repeating an

eternal loop to life.

For God plays dice

and shamelessly cheats

with a loaded pair

and He generously bets

on every number of

the roulette wheel,

repeating every time.

Like the moon's endless cycles,

so is fortune ever rising

and in decline.

Snowfall

When the white blanket

falls through the night

with photographic stillness

in a world turned black

and white with

frozen breath and

freezing tears.

A crystalline glean,

fragile and eternal.

So strangely empty,

strangely serene.